By the way, what does God of the Sea of \u200b\u200banathemas
That amounts every day to its Seraphim? As a despot
glutted with meats and wines,
The sweet sound of our curses is numbed.
complaints martyrs tortured and intoxicating
are a symphony without doubt
Because, despite the blood it costs her delight,
The heavens do not yet seem satisfied!
- Remember, Jesus, that Garden of Olives! With great simplicity
prayed on his knees
Who there in heaven laughing his nails
That vile tormentors they stuck in your flesh,
When you saw spit in your divinity
A mob of the guard and kitchen
Y when you feel the thorns penetrate
In your head where the men lived,
When that horrible weight of your body broken
Stretch your arms stretched, and your blood
And your sweat running down your pale face,
When you were shown targeted to all
Did you remember the days so bright and beautiful
in which to comply with the eternal promise you came, riding
When prowling around gentle ass
roads strewn with flowers and bouquets,
When your chest puffed of hope and courage, hard to hit
vile merchants
When you were a teacher? Do not stalled in your side
Repentance deeper than the spear?
- As for me, it is certain that we will be satisfied
In a world where the action is not the sister of sleep kills
Hopefully iron and iron that perish!
St. Peter denied Jesus ... Did well!
-Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (Part of 'Rebellion')
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